When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: [Easter egg 3] Qi Xiaoshou’s life as a jailer (7)

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People around me talked a lot, some who sighed, some bystanders, and some who were angry... But no one dared to do anything.

"Hey, what can be done... If you provoke the relatives of the high officials, you will definitely not survive."

"Yes, I heard that she killed the son of a relative of a high official. That family has only one son, and it is gone now."

"A life is worth a life..."

The sighs of the people around made Qi Yan feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

It turned out that she was not leaving, but... to avenge her poor and innocent husband.

She gave the things she and her husband had accumulated in her life to the last kind person who had compassion and help for them. Then, there is no concern, even if it is dead, it is so miserable, and there is no regret.

Qi Yan felt that his eye sockets were swollen, uncomfortable and painful. He lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to rub his eyes gently, touching a piece of wetness. He actually cried unconsciously, for two people who had only a few sides and had nothing to do with each other.

"This is the current leader. Power, money, is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu. No power, no money, it’s not as good as the mud on the ground."

The people behind him clasped his shoulders tightly, seeming to want to give him courage and strength through physical contact.

What Yu Xi said is right, Da Liang, has already paid the price for his willfulness, and is gradually dying.

I don't know how I left the crowded circle anymore. When Qi Yan came back to his senses again, he was already standing at the door of the Yamen, and Yu Xi was standing beside him, frowning with worry.

"Is it the first time you saw such a scene and was scared?" Yu Xi sighed: "No matter, you are just a little jailer, and you can't count on how bold you are."

Qi Yan was silent for a long time, and took off the purse from his waist.

"I beg you to do me a favor." Qi Yan walked to Yu Xi and handed him the money bag in his hand: "I don't know if it is enough, I want you to help me... and she will come back. Buried."

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Qi Yan to act like this.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Yan was a little anxious: "I know the money won't be enough, how much worse, you will come and tell me later, I will give it all to you..."

"Then why don't you go by yourself?" Yu Xi asked.

"Myself?" Qi Yan suddenly sneered: "A person like me who is powerless and powerless, even with a hundred taels of gold, may not be able to get her body back...I am a little selfish. , You are a big boss, so you have some friendship with officials. I trust you and can only ask for your help. Are you willing?"

[The male protagonist's favorability for Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 60]

A word of trust is so precious to those walking on the edge of the knife.

Yu Xi doesn't know when his life will end. For him, every day is the last day. Whether he was found out, betrayed, or turned in, he was a capital crime.

However, a little jailer now tells him trust.

Looking down at the purse, Yu Xi did not refuse, but took it, and gladly accepted: "Okay, I will try my best to do it, but if it is too troublesome or is related to my interests, I will not What to fight for."

With his words, Qi Yan has a bottom in his heart. He nodded, his face overflowing with a smile for the first time.

"Thank you." In any case, Yu Xi promised to help, and it was almost done.

"You don't have to thank me. But I won't say it twice." Yu Xi's eyes suddenly became serious: "Even if it is such a big beam, you have to work for it, and even one day, give your own Life?"

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, Yu Xi looked at Qi Yan unblinkingly, but Qi Yan was silent and did not speak.

If it was before, Qi Yan would not hesitate to say, of course, not for this country, but also for the jailer status that my old lady has worked hard to win for herself. But now, what he said familiar to him could not be said.

Until the end, Qi Yan did not give Yu Xi a definite answer. But Yu Xi just sighed softly, turned and left.

At the beginning of the country's subjugation, love for children is the most trivial matter. Even if you want to have a passionate love, you will be blocked by the world.

Qi Yan didn't share the women's affairs with everyone in prison. Perhaps Qi Yan didn't think it had anything to do with them. Speaking out would only make people angry, and would not bring any beneficial results. In the unlikely event that a few of them speak unobtrusively and are heard by someone who is interested, even if Master Liu punishes the nine tribes for treason, Qi Yan will not be able to intercede.

The food in the Xuanhu restaurant made them choke and couldn't speak. Otherwise, they would definitely hear a few witty remarks from their mouths.

When he distributed the things to the scholar in prison, the scholar thanked him in a gentle manner, and then ate it in small sips, and it was almost identical to the other people's food.

Qi Yan suddenly thought that the crime he was imprisoned in—literature prison.

"Wang Zhengze." Qi Yan called his name: "What do you think of Daliang?"

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, and even forgot to eat, took it in his hand and slowly fell down: "What did you say?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips and asked again: "What do you think of Daliang... You once wrote a book, Daliang——"

"Are you not going to die?!" The scholar's face suddenly became scary: "Dare to mention this matter openly in Daliang's prison, don't you want to live anymore?!"

Qi Yan was a little uncomfortable being reprimanded, and he thought more of the woman whose corpse had separated.

The scholar was silent for a while, and put down the food he was allocated: "No matter, you have something in your heart. Don't mention it again in the future."

Scholar, is going to be beheaded. Literary prison, threatening to destroy the country and destroy the country, such public opinion is a felony regardless of the dynasty.

"At thirty, I can only live to thirty." The scholar raised a wry smile: "I am twenty-three this year, and there are seven years left."

Qi Yan did not speak, but left silently, continuing to distribute food to everyone.

How difficult have these seven years been? I don't know, Qi Yan only knows that the scholar has been imprisoned in his custody for five years.

When he was eighteen years old, he was taken in, and has never been out since.

Everyone in this prison has a story, whether it is a wicked person or a wronged good person. Qi Yan never believed that some people were born to kill.

Either things are overwhelming, or things change, so that people's moods have changed, so that they can do more extreme things.

But if you do, there is no room for regret. For example, a scholar, he would not wonder whether the sun today is as bright as before.

Because, even if you think about it, it is an extravagant hope.